Only we Know

Chapter 1: My long-lost

After graduating high school, I had expected things to change. However, as I find myself in my third year of college, everything feels just as mundane as it did before. I had barely been able to make it this far with the help of my friends, who have been with me since we were freshmen. Despite the time that has passed, I still keep my life mysterious, not wanting others to easily find out more about me.

"Good morning, Lennard!" Hannah greeted me cheerfully as we began the day.

"You guys seem to have a lot of energy today," I replied in a sleepy and tired voice as I had woken up early.

"We're just excited because we heard there will be a transfer student today," Ryan explained with excitement.

"I hope it's a beautiful girl with big... boo--," Haru started to say before Hannah cut him off with a punch to the face.

"Shut up! You boys need some discipline!" Hannah scolded him, but her punch was delivered in a lighthearted way.

"But don't you girls want guys with abs and who are tall?" Haru defended himself.

"That's not the point," Hannah replied as she pulled Haru away.

The early morning schedule of our classes has already taken a toll on me, leaving me feeling constantly tired and groggy. It is difficult for me to stay focused and productive when my eyes struggle to stay open. I suggest to my classmates that we should reconsider our schedule and look for a more suitable time that works for everyone.

While waiting for our professor to arrive, I started feeling drowsy and decided to take a quick nap. As usual, our professor is running late.

"Lennard the teacher is here wake up" whispered by Ryan.

"Good morning class, as all of you heard the news we have a new transfer student, please come in Ms." the professor said to the class.

Our professor introduces a new student to the class, and she is asked to introduce herself. As she speaks, I recognize the sound of a familiar voice, but I cannot recall who it belongs to. I contemplate whether I should open my eyes to discover who it is, but my eyes refuse to oblige. As I finally opened my eyes, I witnessed the stunned and impressed expressions of my classmates toward our new classmates.

"Good morning, everyone! I am Samantha Devone, and it's a pleasure to meet you all," she declares confidently, flashing a smile to everyone.

As soon as the new student enters the classroom, a feeling of excitement ripples through the class. Samantha is stunningly beautiful and has an air of confidence that commands attention. However, a strange feeling creeps over me as I catch a glimpse of her face - it's Samantha!

"Samantha!" shout her name in disbelief , my heart skips a beat as I get up from my chair. The whole class turns to look at me, confused by my outburst. Samantha seems equally shocked to see me, but she quickly regains her composure.

Everyone in the room is silent, and I feel like I am falling into a bottomless pit. Memories of our past together flood my mind, and tears start to trickle down my cheeks.

"Do you know Samantha?" the professor asked curiously, noticing my raised voice.

"Are you okay, Lennard?" Hannah asked, her voice filled with concern.

Suddenly, I heard a voice calling out to me, "Come with me!" Samantha rushed towards me, her face etched with concern, and took my hand. Her sudden movement surprised me, but I quickly followed her out of the classroom.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked.

She remained silent as we ran.

We made our way to the rooftop of the school to have a conversation. As we stood there, Samantha's eyes began to well up with tears.

She took a deep breath and said, "Lennard, I don't know how to explain to you what happened in the past ."

I took a step back and asked, "Samantha, why are you here? How did you find me? Are you going to hurt me again like you did before?" My emotions were a mix of pain and anger, and I couldn't help but feel like I had been betrayed all over again.

Samantha dropped to her knees, desperately trying to make me understand.

"I'm just trying to protect you, Lennard. I love you so much and you are special to me. I don't want to lose you, that's why I'm here." Her voice was soft and gentle, but I couldn't help but feel like she was lying to me.

I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself.

"Please, Samantha, I need you to leave me alone. I value my life now more than ever before." Despite my best efforts, I can't shake off the pain you have caused me. My heart feels like it has been ripped out of my chest, and I'm not sure if I can ever trust you again.

As I gaze out at the horizon, I am struck by the clear and windy day. The wind is blowing through my hair, and I feel as if I'm standing on the edge of a cliff, poised to leap into the unknown.

I had to leave Samantha behind and slowly make my way down the stairs feeling overwhelmed and confused. Suddenly, I hear a voice beside me.

"Lennard, who is Samantha?" Hannah asks, her voice full of curiosity.